Somebody's Heartbreak (1/?)
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And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cuz in the daylight, we’ll be on our own
But, tonight I need to hold you so close - Maroon 5 'Daylight"
Somehow Kyungsoo always finds himself at Chanyeol’s small apartment, nestled in between his giant best friend and Baekhyun on Saturday nights for a scary movies marathon. He doesn’t even really like scary movies. But he doesn't complain because where else would he go?
Chanyeol throws the blanket over all of them on the ground, rubs his hands giddily and presses the play button. There is a grin on his face because Chanyeol loves B-rate, badly acted horror fllms. Kyungsoo knows he is intruding, and surely Baekhyun would rather cuddle Chanyeol for safety should some psycho attacks but Baekhyun doesn’t complain, instead he pats Kyungsoo’s cheek and says, “I’m glad you’re here. Chanyeol is a freak, y'know?”
It’s the little things that matters. It’s why Baekhyun gets Kyungsoo’s approval right away over some others that Chanyeol had dated over the years; and his friend had dated some great people.
Kyungsoo thinks maybe this is what love is - secure in knowing the other person is there, even if there is a useless best friend who has no social life in between. But not everyone gets to be lucky like Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
x
"Sehun says I should talk to you," Luhan says in place of an actual greeting, "That it's not your fault you're a mess and screws up everything."
"Well hello to you, too," Jongin pushes off the wall and follows Luhan through the crowd of gyrating bodies.
"I guess I'm just pissed."
Jongin cocks an eyebrow and smirks, "Because I'm messing with people's lives?"
"No, well, yes," Luhan waves his arms as if that'd better help him articulate whatever he is trying to verbalize. "But mostly because you're messing up your own and as much as you are an asshole, I still love you."
"You don't need to sweet talk me, hyung, I'm an easy lay."
Luhan's narrows his eyes, "That's not why...why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Not let people care."
Jongin shrugs as he stares into the red soho cup as if his answers are at the bottom of the cup, swimming underneath the foam of the cheap booze.
Luhan pats him with a sigh, "Don't forget to text Kyungsoo. He was pissed when you decided to take the bus home last time and got lost on the other side of town."
x
March 17, 2013
hyung comr pik me up.
Message Read 3/17/13
A dishevel and grumpy Kyungsoo, still in his pajama pants and a crumpled t-shirt, hair sticking out on the right side of his head, slightly gasping as he jogs up to where Jongin is sitting because he is not in the best shape and it is freaking five o’clock in the morning on a Saturday night (or, Sunday morning).
He has a lot of things to say to Jongin, mostly profanities. But instead he murmurs, "I'm glad you texted me," before hauling Jongin up from the sidewalk.
Kyungsoo doesn't complain about how Jongin smells like the inside of a booze bottle mixed with vomit and the musty scent of sex, he doesn't complain about having to wake up at some ungodly hour to pick up a drunkard stranded on somebody else's lawn, doesn't complain when Jongin slides a hand up his shirt and starts mouthing at Kyungsoo's neck, making it that much harder to drag Jongin to the car.
"You said you wish I’d stay put and contact you when I’m drunk," Jongin says as he half-crawls into the backseat.
Kyungsoo smiles despite the inconvenience because It’s always small moments like these that makes it all worthwhile - moments that shows Jongin listens to him, that Jongin - even when he is inebriated - somehow remembers mundane things Kyungsoo says word for word.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongin tugs on his hand, guides it to his erection and continues to palm himself with Kyungsoo’s hand until the older boy jerks it back.
“Take care of it yourself.”
And Jongin does, in the back of Baekhyun’s car. Kyungsoo prays Jongin won’t leave any traces of himself behind for Kyungsoo to have to explain later (“Hi, my roommate masturbated in the backseat, hope you don’t mind.”); some weird techno remix is playing through the stereo system along with the sounds of labored breathing of his drunken roommate, hushed moans and something that sounds a lot like, “Fuck Kyungsoo…”
Carrying Jongin up the flight of stairs and down the narrow corridor to their apartment is no easy feat, but Kyungsoo manages with the ease of experience. He yelps when Jongin slips a hand past his pajama pants, caressing his buttock and chuckles, “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“I don’t like wearing underpants when I’m sleeping,” Kyungsoo grounds out.
“Kinky. I like it.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” Jongin’s eyes flash dangerously and Kyungsoo knows that look. His blood warms where Jongin’s gaze falls, spikes of heat torches his skin under the other’s touches. “You know, I still have to thank you for picking me up.”
Kyungsoo’s head falls back so Jongin’s lips and tongue can access his favorite spot, “You better make it worth my time.”
Jongin chuckles, “Don’t I always?”
x
Kyungsoo wakes up to waffles and coffee. It’s tradition.
“Are you okay?” Are we okay? Jongin asks when he enters the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo nods. The next day is never sunshine and post-sex afterglow - it’s waffles and regrets; a guilt-stricken Jongin offers Kyungsoo a plate of food and some hot coffee. It’s screwed up.
x
Most days it's a dull ache - if he is really busy, he doesn't even notice it's there - then suddenly, it's a sharp pain, like a stab wound that refuses to heal. Kyungsoo gets through it okay. His smiles are even genuine now. It's all over quickly enough, just some mundane introductions, stilted conversations and it's okay. Quick - albeit not painless but it's okay.
Today is a little different.
Kyungsoo’s mouth feels strained as he tries to twist it up into a smile, “Hi, I’m Jongin’s roommate. Nice to meet you.”
“You too. I’m Hanyeul.”
She is all smiles as she sits down to lunch with them. Kyungsoo can’t make himself focus on making small talk so instead he focuses on his sandwich and lets Baekhyun rambles on about the perfect eyeliner and his collection of beanies.
“Ahhhh…” Kyungsoo doesn’t notice until Jongin’s face is a mere two inches from his own. “Let me have a bite of your sandwich.”
Kyungsoo looks at Hanyeul for the usual territorial-jealous crazy eyes that he usually gets when Jongin crosses the line in front of one of his girlfriends, but she simply grins at them, “You two look so close.”
“Don’t be a baby, Jongin,” Chanyeol says, throwing a roll of kimbap at said baby’s head. “Here, eat that. Let Kyungsoo finish his lunch.”
Jongin glares at the back of Chanyeol’s head but he unwrap the tin foil and places a piece in his mouth before holding out another piece for Hanyeul.
And Kyungsoo decides this is a good time to get back to the study room he has reserved for the entire week at the university’s main library.
“I won’t be around much,” He tells Jongin as he gets up. “Exams coming up and all.”
“What room are you at? I’ll study with you.”
“I - ah…would rather study alone.”
“So I’ll see you next week. What’re we going to do for Spring Break?”
Kyungsoo scratches the back of his neck in discomfort, “Uh. Well. I was thinking of going back home. So I’ll see you after break. Uh, bye Jongin.” He turns to say bye to the rest of the people at their lunch table before making his way to the trashcan.
“Wait,” Jongin’s hand pulls him back before he can exit the cafeteria. “You can’t just stay in that study room; you have to come home at some point.”
“Well I was thinking of using Chanyeol’s showers because his place is closer. I’m going to talk to him about maybe keeping a few things at his place for this week.”
“So that’s it? ‘Seeya, Jongin’?”
Kyungsoo huffs because he doesn’t have time to deal with one of Jongin’s tantrums, “Yes. That’s it.” He wrenches his arm away, “Go back to Hanyeul. She seems really nice by the way, much better than your previous exes.”
“Is this what it’s about?” Jongin asks, “Are you jealous?”
“No.” Kyungsoo laughs, it’s a bit hollow but he doesn’t care at this point. “I think I’m passed that.”
“Good. Because between us - we are just - you know.”
“I know. Bye Jongin.”
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Thank you everyone for reading! <3 It's a build up but we are getting there! I am hoping you guys will pick up on small characterizations for now; but yeah the plot and storyline will be more apparent.
And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cuz in the daylight, we’ll be on our own
But, tonight I need to hold you so close - Maroon 5 'Daylight"
Somehow Kyungsoo always finds himself at Chanyeol’s small apartment, nestled in between his giant best friend and Baekhyun on Saturday nights for a scary movies marathon. He doesn’t even really like scary movies. But he doesn't complain because where else would he go?
Chanyeol throws the blanket over all of them on the ground, rubs his hands giddily and presses the play button. There is a grin on his face because Chanyeol loves B-rate, badly acted horror fllms. Kyungsoo knows he is intruding, and surely Baekhyun would rather cuddle Chanyeol for safety should some psycho attacks but Baekhyun doesn’t complain, instead he pats Kyungsoo’s cheek and says, “I’m glad you’re here. Chanyeol is a freak, y'know?”
It’s the little things that matters. It’s why Baekhyun gets Kyungsoo’s approval right away over some others that Chanyeol had dated over the years; and his friend had dated some great people.
Kyungsoo thinks maybe this is what love is - secure in knowing the other person is there, even if there is a useless best friend who has no social life in between. But not everyone gets to be lucky like Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
x
"Sehun says I should talk to you," Luhan says in place of an actual greeting, "That it's not your fault you're a mess and screws up everything."
"Well hello to you, too," Jongin pushes off the wall and follows Luhan through the crowd of gyrating bodies.
"I guess I'm just pissed."
Jongin cocks an eyebrow and smirks, "Because I'm messing with people's lives?"
"No, well, yes," Luhan waves his arms as if that'd better help him articulate whatever he is trying to verbalize. "But mostly because you're messing up your own and as much as you are an asshole, I still love you."
"You don't need to sweet talk me, hyung, I'm an easy lay."
Luhan's narrows his eyes, "That's not why...why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Not let people care."
Jongin shrugs as he stares into the red soho cup as if his answers are at the bottom of the cup, swimming underneath the foam of the cheap booze.
Luhan pats him with a sigh, "Don't forget to text Kyungsoo. He was pissed when you decided to take the bus home last time and got lost on the other side of town."
x
March 17, 2013
hyung comr pik me up.
Message Read 3/17/13
A dishevel and grumpy Kyungsoo, still in his pajama pants and a crumpled t-shirt, hair sticking out on the right side of his head, slightly gasping as he jogs up to where Jongin is sitting because he is not in the best shape and it is freaking five o’clock in the morning on a Saturday night (or, Sunday morning).
He has a lot of things to say to Jongin, mostly profanities. But instead he murmurs, "I'm glad you texted me," before hauling Jongin up from the sidewalk.
Kyungsoo doesn't complain about how Jongin smells like the inside of a booze bottle mixed with vomit and the musty scent of sex, he doesn't complain about having to wake up at some ungodly hour to pick up a drunkard stranded on somebody else's lawn, doesn't complain when Jongin slides a hand up his shirt and starts mouthing at Kyungsoo's neck, making it that much harder to drag Jongin to the car.
"You said you wish I’d stay put and contact you when I’m drunk," Jongin says as he half-crawls into the backseat.
Kyungsoo smiles despite the inconvenience because It’s always small moments like these that makes it all worthwhile - moments that shows Jongin listens to him, that Jongin - even when he is inebriated - somehow remembers mundane things Kyungsoo says word for word.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongin tugs on his hand, guides it to his erection and continues to palm himself with Kyungsoo’s hand until the older boy jerks it back.
“Take care of it yourself.”
And Jongin does, in the back of Baekhyun’s car. Kyungsoo prays Jongin won’t leave any traces of himself behind for Kyungsoo to have to explain later (“Hi, my roommate masturbated in the backseat, hope you don’t mind.”); some weird techno remix is playing through the stereo system along with the sounds of labored breathing of his drunken roommate, hushed moans and something that sounds a lot like, “Fuck Kyungsoo…”
Carrying Jongin up the flight of stairs and down the narrow corridor to their apartment is no easy feat, but Kyungsoo manages with the ease of experience. He yelps when Jongin slips a hand past his pajama pants, caressing his buttock and chuckles, “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“I don’t like wearing underpants when I’m sleeping,” Kyungsoo grounds out.
“Kinky. I like it.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” Jongin’s eyes flash dangerously and Kyungsoo knows that look. His blood warms where Jongin’s gaze falls, spikes of heat torches his skin under the other’s touches. “You know, I still have to thank you for picking me up.”
Kyungsoo’s head falls back so Jongin’s lips and tongue can access his favorite spot, “You better make it worth my time.”
Jongin chuckles, “Don’t I always?”
x
Kyungsoo wakes up to waffles and coffee. It’s tradition.
“Are you okay?” Are we okay? Jongin asks when he enters the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo nods. The next day is never sunshine and post-sex afterglow - it’s waffles and regrets; a guilt-stricken Jongin offers Kyungsoo a plate of food and some hot coffee. It’s screwed up.
x
Most days it's a dull ache - if he is really busy, he doesn't even notice it's there - then suddenly, it's a sharp pain, like a stab wound that refuses to heal. Kyungsoo gets through it okay. His smiles are even genuine now. It's all over quickly enough, just some mundane introductions, stilted conversations and it's okay. Quick - albeit not painless but it's okay.
Today is a little different.
Kyungsoo’s mouth feels strained as he tries to twist it up into a smile, “Hi, I’m Jongin’s roommate. Nice to meet you.”
“You too. I’m Hanyeul.”
She is all smiles as she sits down to lunch with them. Kyungsoo can’t make himself focus on making small talk so instead he focuses on his sandwich and lets Baekhyun rambles on about the perfect eyeliner and his collection of beanies.
“Ahhhh…” Kyungsoo doesn’t notice until Jongin’s face is a mere two inches from his own. “Let me have a bite of your sandwich.”
Kyungsoo looks at Hanyeul for the usual territorial-jealous crazy eyes that he usually gets when Jongin crosses the line in front of one of his girlfriends, but she simply grins at them, “You two look so close.”
“Don’t be a baby, Jongin,” Chanyeol says, throwing a roll of kimbap at said baby’s head. “Here, eat that. Let Kyungsoo finish his lunch.”
Jongin glares at the back of Chanyeol’s head but he unwrap the tin foil and places a piece in his mouth before holding out another piece for Hanyeul.
And Kyungsoo decides this is a good time to get back to the study room he has reserved for the entire week at the university’s main library.
“I won’t be around much,” He tells Jongin as he gets up. “Exams coming up and all.”
“What room are you at? I’ll study with you.”
“I - ah…would rather study alone.”
“So I’ll see you next week. What’re we going to do for Spring Break?”
Kyungsoo scratches the back of his neck in discomfort, “Uh. Well. I was thinking of going back home. So I’ll see you after break. Uh, bye Jongin.” He turns to say bye to the rest of the people at their lunch table before making his way to the trashcan.
“Wait,” Jongin’s hand pulls him back before he can exit the cafeteria. “You can’t just stay in that study room; you have to come home at some point.”
“Well I was thinking of using Chanyeol’s showers because his place is closer. I’m going to talk to him about maybe keeping a few things at his place for this week.”
“So that’s it? ‘Seeya, Jongin’?”
Kyungsoo huffs because he doesn’t have time to deal with one of Jongin’s tantrums, “Yes. That’s it.” He wrenches his arm away, “Go back to Hanyeul. She seems really nice by the way, much better than your previous exes.”
“Is this what it’s about?” Jongin asks, “Are you jealous?”
“No.” Kyungsoo laughs, it’s a bit hollow but he doesn’t care at this point. “I think I’m passed that.”
“Good. Because between us - we are just - you know.”
“I know. Bye Jongin.”
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Thank you everyone for reading! <3 It's a build up but we are getting there! I am hoping you guys will pick up on small characterizations for now; but yeah the plot and storyline will be more apparent.